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BY 


FRANCIS    G.  ATTWOOD. 


SEVENTH   EDITION. 


BOSTON: 

CUPPLES    AND    HURD, 

Q4  Boylston  Street. 

1887. 


Copyright,   1880, 
By  A.  Wiluams  &  Co. 


TO 


THE   LABORED  WITS 


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C^e    ^artoato   Lampoon, 


THIS   MORAL  TALE    IS    DEDICATED 


BY  THE   AUTHORS. 


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NOTICE   TO   PARENTS. 


In  answer  to  numerous  inquiries  from  parents  and  guardians,  we  would 
state  that,  although  this  little  work  is  intended  principally  as  a  means  of 
entertainment  for  their  little  readers,  it  is  hoped  by  the  writers  that  they  may 
aid  in  accomplishing  some  of  the  following  useful  purposes :  — 

i.  In  cultivating  the  thinking  powers;  as  frequent  occasions  occur  in 
which  the  incidents  of  the  narrative  and  the  conversations  arising  from  them 
are  intended  to  waken  the  reasoning  and  arouse  the  reflective  faculties  of  the 
little  readers. 

2.  In  promoting  their  virtuous  qualities ;  as  frequent  occasions  arise  for 
pointing  their  morals  and  adorning  their  narratives. 

3.  In  cultivating  the  amiable  and  gentle  qualities  of  the  heart.  The  scenes 
are  laid  in  quiet  and  virtuous  life,  and  the  character  and  conduct  described 
are  generally —  with  the  exception  of  some  of  the  ordinary  exhibitions  of  child- 
ish folly  —  character  and  conduct  to  be  imitated. 

[Adv.]  Also  4.  In  diffusing  a  knowledge  of  our  greatest  University,  where 
incalculable  benefit  is  derived  from  the  companionship  of  large  numbers  of 
cultivated  young  men.  tfdecig* 


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TABLE     OF     CONTENTS. 


PAGE 

Notice  to  Parents '4 

CHAPTER    I. 
The  Scheme 7 

CHAPTER    II 
Rollo  a  Sub-Freshman 8 

CHAPTER    III. 
A  Preliminary  Examination 9 

CHAPTER    IV. 
The  Lottery 11 

CHAPTER    V. 
Uncle  George's  Ascension 12 

CHAPTER    VI. 
Cribbing 14 

CHAPTER    VII. 
Exploring 15 

CHAPTER    VIII. 
Examining 17 

CHAPTER    IX. 
Sky-Larking 19 

CHAPTER    X. 
The  Journey  to  East  Cambridge 21 

CHAPTER    XI. 
The  Trial 22 

CHAPTER    XII. 
Positively  the  Last  Night  of  the  Condemned 24 

CHAPTER    XIII. 
The  Elopement 4 26 

L'envoi •>  .     .     .     28 


IF    IT    HAD    NOT    BEEN    FOR    THE    SUDDEN    DEMISE    OF    ROLLO,    THE    AUTHORS    WOULD    HAW    HAJ» 


NOW  IN  PRESS, 


The  Brimstone  Stories. 


Being  a  Graduated  Series  of  Moral  Works, 


Comprising  : 


Hollo  in  a  Billiard  Room. 
Rollo  Learning  to  Smoke. 
Hollo  Learning  to  Drink. 
Rollo  Learning  to  Swear. 
Rollo  on  a  Free-Lunch  Route. 
Rollo  in  the  St.  Botolph's. 


Rollo  Learning  to  Burgle. 
Rollo  Learning  to  Flirt. 
Rollo  in  the  Penitentiary. 
Rollo  Married  in  Haste. 
Rollo  Repenting  at  Leisure. 
Rollo  in  Congress. 


The  whole  twelve  volumes,  tastefully  bound  in  blue  and  gold,  cloth,   i2mo.     Complete  in  a  neat  box, 
five  dollars.     Making  a  suitable  and  acceptable  Christmas  gift  for  the  little  ones. 


ROLLO'S  JOURNEY  TO  CAMBRIDGE. 


PRINCIPAL  PERSONS  OF  THE  STORY. 

Rollo  —  Fifteen  years  of  age. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Holiday  —  Rollo's  father  and  mother. 
Thann  y  — :  Ratio's  younger  brother. 
Jane  or  Jinny  —  Ratio's  cousin,  adopted  by  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Holiday. 

Mr.  George  —  A  young  gentleman,  Ratio's  uncle. 


CHAPTER   I. 


THE   SCHEME. 


Rollo  at  play. 


The  cigarette. 


IT  was  a  bright  June  morning  at  about  half  past 
five.  Rollo  and  Thanny  were  at  play  in  the  back 
yard.  They  had  an  half  an  hour  back  locked  little 
Jinny,  Rollo's  cousin,  in  the  wood-shed,  and  had  been 
throwing  empty  tomato-cans  and  apple-cores  through 
the  window.  Jinny  had  not  been  pleased  at  it,  but, 
as  Thanny  said,  Jinny  was  a  girl. 

Now,  Thanny,  who  was  a  very  ingenious  boy,  was 
cutting  a  willow  stick  into  whistles  with  Mr.  Holiday's 
razors,  while  Rollo,  several  years  his  senior,  was 
smoking  a  paper  cigarette  which  he  had  found  in  his 
Uncle   George's  pocket.     Mr.  George  smoked  for  a 


cruel  nervous  disease,  and  therefore  his  smoking  was 
no  precedent  for  a  boy  to  follow.  Rollo  knew  this 
well,  and  therefore  felt  a  little  guilty  when  he  heard 
Mr.  George's  voice  over  the  fence. 

"  Rollo,"  said  Mr.  George. 

"Yes,"  answered  Rollo,  hiding  his  cigarette  behind 
his  back. 

"  What  are  you  about,  Rollo  ?  "  asked  Mr.  George. 

"  About  fifteen,"  answered  Rollo. 

"  What ! "  inquired  Mr.  George,  sharply,  who  was 
always  very  peremptory  and  decisive,  though  always 
just  in  his  treatment  of  Rollo. 

"  Bunch  !  Uncle  George,"  was  Rollo's  reply. 

"  Rollo,"  said  Mr.  George,  waiving  the  repartee, 
"  what  are  you  going  to  do  to-day  ?  " 

"  To  try  to  be  good  ;  Jonas  has  promised  to  make 
me  a  jack-a-lantern  in  the  shed  after  tea,  if  I  am  a 
good  boy  all  day." 

"  I  have  something  far  better  for  you  to  do  to-dayj 
Rollo,"  rejoined  Mr.  George. 

Rollo  was  very  much  pleased,  for  Mr.  George  was 
a  very  thoughtful  man,  who  had  his  nephew's  interest 
very  much  at  heart ;  so  Rollo  clambered  briskly  over 
the  fence  and  went  into  the  house. 

He  put  on  his  cloth  cap  with  a  leather  visor  and 
a  silken  tassel,  and  brushed  his  green  spencer  ;  when 


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his  toilet  *  was  made,  he  ran  down  into  the  "  settin' 
room,"  where  Mr.  George  was  reading  the  Encyclo- 
paedia. 

Mr.  George  was  reading  this  work  through,  and 
had  advanced  as  far  as  Abyssinia. 

"  Uncle  George,"  cried  Rollo,  "  I  am  sorry  to  dis- 
turb you ! " 

"  You  are  very  polite,  Rollo.  See,  I  put  a  mark  in 
my  book  that  I  may  know  where  I  left  off.  If  I  did 
not  do  so,  I  should  have  to  begin  over  again.  I  once 
got  as  far  as  Xerxes,  and,  neglecting  to  put  in  the 
mark,  was  compelled  to  go  back  to  Aaron." 

It  was  very  kind  and  thoughtful  for  Mr.  George  to 
tell  Rollo  this. 

"  What  is  your  plan  for  to-day  ?  "  asked  Rollo. 

"  I  am  going  to  drive  with  you,  Jonas,  and  Thanny 
to  Cambridge.  I  had  intended  to  take  Jinny  with 
me,  but  she  is  in  the  wood-shed  and  I  have  no  au- 
thority to  take  her  out." 

"  What  are  we  to  do  there  ? "  asked  Rollo. 

"  You  are  to  be  examined  for  College,  Rollo.  You 
will  be  examined  in  twenty  required  subjects  and  five 
optional  ones  all  at  once." 

"  But,"  interrupted  Rollo,  "  I  have  travelled  so 
much  that  I  have  never  been  to  school,  and  have 
never  studied ! " 

"  That  may  or  may  not  be  unfortunate,"  was  Mr. 
George's  reply.  "As  I  understand  it,  an  examina- 
tion is  to  find  out  what  you  do  not  know  rather  than 

•  Toilet  is  a  French  word.  It  means  dressing  yourself  so  as  to  look 
as  spruce  as  possible,  using  little  or  no  soap  and  water. 


what  you  do.  If,  as  you  say,  you  know  nothing,  you 
must  see  the  necessity  of  your  being  examined." 

Rollo  was  convinced  by  the  argument,  and  was 
glad  when  he  heard  the  sound  of  wheels  on  the  car- 
riage road,  and  saw  Jonas  flicking  a  fly  from  old 
Dapple's  flank. 

"  Come,  Rollo,"  said  Mr.  George,  putting  on  his 
dress-coat  and  patent-leather  shoes,  "  I  am  prepared 
to  go." 


CHAPTER   II. 


ROLLO  A   SUIi-FRESIIMAN. 


The  T.  D.  Pipe. 


The  University  —  where  it  is  going 


"  Uncle  George,"  said  Rollo. 

"  Well,  Rollo  ?  "  said  Mr.  George. 

"  May  I  hold  the  reins  out  of  the  yard  ?  " 

"  I  see  no  objection,  but  you  must  give  them  up  to 
Jonas  at  the  railroad  track." 

Rollo  took  the  reins  and  flapped  them  gleefully.  As 
soon  as  they  got  past  the  white  houses  of  the  village, 
Mr.  George  took  out  of  his  vest  pocket  a  small  sha- 
green pocket-book,  a  large  flat  bottle  filled  with  a 
brown  liquid,  a  square  brown  piece  of  tobacco,  and  a 
T.  I),  pipe.  "Jonas,"  said  he,  "  have  you  anything 
in  the  shape  of  a  knife  about  your  person  ?  " 

Jonas  produced  out  of  the  right-hand  pocket  of  his 


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homespun  over-alls  a  long  piece  of  twine,  a  chair-cas- 
tor, a  coffin-plate,  a  jews-harp,  a  large  piece  of  wax  to 
which  were  attached  several  nails  for  an  emergency, 
and  finally  a  knife,  which  he  handed  to  Mr.  George. 

"  Rollo,"  said  Mr.  George,  "  I  wish  you  distinctly 
to  understand  that  I  smoke  for  a  cruel  nervous  dis- 
ease, and  that  your  conduct  of  this  morning  is  none 
the  less  incomprehensibly  reprehensible." 

"  Say  it  again  and  say  it  slow  !  "  said  Rollo. 

"Rollo,"  replied  Mr.  George,  "your  father  has 
authorized  me  to  give  you  twenty-five  cents,  which  I 
now  credit  to  your  account,  on  the  condition  that  you 
spend  none  of  it  without  my  permission.  I  would 
take  charge  of  a  boy  in  Cambridge  on  no  other 
terms." 

"  You  are  very  good,  Uncle  George,"  said  Rollo. 
"  Please  give  it  to  me." 

"  No,  Rollo,"  said  Mr.  George,  "  I  said,  credit  it  to 
your  account,  which  is  a  very  different  thing  from  giv- 
ing it  to  you." 

"  So  is  a  hen,"  replied  Rollo,  politely. 

They  were  now  driving  through  a  long,  straight 
street.  There  were  two  sides  to  it,  and  on  each  side 
was  a  sidewalk  and  a  row  of  trees.  Behind  the  trees 
was  a  row  of  white  wooden  houses  with  French 
roofs.  The  sidewalks  were  of  brick ;  and  were 
thronged  with  many  brightly  attired  young  girls. 
Each  girl  kept  at  a  distance  a  fashionably  attired 
young  gentleman. 

This  street  was  called  North  Avenue,  Mr.  George 


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informed  Rollo,  and  it  led  directly  to  a  sort  of  spa- 
cious field.  On  the  field  there  were  many  imposing 
brick  buildings.  In  the  middle  of  the  field  there  was 
a  pump.    There  ought  to  have  been  a  drain. 


"This,"  said  Mr.  George,  "you  will  learn  to  know 
as  your  Alma  Mater,  —  which  are  two  Greek  words, 
meaning,    Go  as  you  please.'  " 

They  alighted  in  front  of  a  large  white  hall. 

"  Is  it  possible  ?  "  cried  Mr.  George,  in  a  tone  of 
great  astonishment. 

"  What  ?  "  asked  Rollo. 

"  Why,  to  find  that  the  inscription  which  was  wick- 
edly placed  upon  University  Hall  is  not  effaced, 
though  years  have  elapsed." 

Rollo  looked  and  saw  in  faint  black  capitals  the 
following  inscription  :  "  The  University  is  going  to 
Hell !  " 

Thanny  and  Jonas  drove  away  to  the  stable  to  put 
up  the  horse,  while  Mr.  George  went  up  with  Rollo  to 
see  the  Dean. 


The  Dean  is  a  sort  of  Beadle,  and  is  the  official 
guide  to  the  University,  but  is  allowed  to  receive  no 
fees  for  his  services.  They  walked  up  a  curious 
flight  of  stone  steps,  which  a  kind  young  gentleman, 
whom  they  met,  informed  them  was  a  great  curiosity, 
which  visitors  came  hundreds  of  miles  to  see,  since 
it  had  no  visible  means  of  support. 


CHAPTER  III. 


A   PRELIMINARY    EXAMINATION. 


The  Dean's  Den. 


The  Christian  Registrar. 


Mr.  George  knocked  gently  upon  the  door. 
"  Don't  make   a    noise,  or    else  you  '11  wake   the 
baby,"  carolled  a  jovial  voice  within,   and  a  strong 


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chorus  of  voices  from  a  back  room  took  up  the 
strain. 

"  Don't  make  a  noise,  or  else  you  '11  rouse  the 
child  !  " 

Mr.  George  opened  the  door,  and  entered,  bowing. 

A  sedate  gentleman  was  seated  at  a  table  playing 
Solitaire. 

"  The  Dean,  I  believe  ? "  inquired  Mr.  George, 
with  a  polite  smile.  "  Say  how  do  you  do  to  the  gen- 
tleman, Rollo." 

"  The  same,  my  bold  Buccaneer,"  was  the  genial 
reply ;  "  take  your  boots  off  and  make  yourself  at 
home,  find  a  seat  upon  the  floor,  and  let  your  legs 
hang  over  ! " 

Now  Mr.  George  had  put  on  his  dress-coat  and 
tight  trousers,  and  found  great  difficulty  in  complying 
with  the  request. 

When  he  had  done  so,  he  rose  and  bowed,  saying, 
"  Sir,  this  is  my  nephew  Rollo.'' 

"  And  who,"  interrupted  the  Dean,  "  is  Rollo's 
uncle  ?  " 

"  Rollo,  this  is  Mr.  Dean,"  continued  Mr.  George. 

"  Charley  Dean,"  inquired  Rollo,  "  of  Deanville  ?  " 

"  Same  man,"  answered  the  functionary  with  a  smile. 

"Wine  with  you!"  Rollo  was  about  to  say,  but 
Mr.  George's  hand  was  placed  upon  his  mouth. 

"  Mr.  Dean,"  said  Mr.  George,  "  my  nephew  has 
come  to  be  examined  for  the  Freshman  class.  Oblige 
me  by  looking  at  his  bumps." 


"  That,"  said  the  Dean,  "  is  the  Registrar's  duty. 
I  will  summon  him.  Will  you  kindly  lend  me  a  three- 
cent  stamp  ?  " 

"  Certainly,"  said  Mr.  George,  handing  it  to  him. 

The  Dean  laid  the  stamp  upon  the  floor.  "  That  will 
fetch  him,"  said  he,  with  an  air  of  great  satisfaction. 

"  But  how  will  he  know  ?"  asked  Mr.  George. 

"By  the  noise  of  the  stamp, — don't  be  foolish," 
said  the  Dean.  "  A  three-cent  stamp  does  for  that ; 
when  I  wish  to  call  a  meeting  of  the  whole  Faculty, 
a  five-cent  one  is  necessary." 

As  he  finished  speaking,  a  light  Form  bounded  into 
the  room. 

"  Name  and  class  ?  "  inquired  the  Form. 

"  Rollo  Holiday,  third,"  said  Rollo,  for  he  had  al- 
ways travelled  by  that  class  when  abroad. 

The  Form  felt  with  his  hand  for  Rollo's  bumps,  and 
cried,  "He  has  no  head;  condition  him!" 

But  the  Dean  paid  no  attention,  he  was  lost  in 
thought,  and  conversely  thought  was  lost  on  him. 

"  But  how  can  he  make  it  up  ?  "  asked  Mr.  George. 

"  He  cannot,  until  he  has  been  some  time  in  col- 
lege ;  some  morning  he  will  wake  up  with  a  head  on 
him." 

Mr.  George  took  his  hat  and  cane.  "  I  '11  see  you 
later,"  said  he  to  the  Dean. 

"  Not  if  I  see  you  first,"  answered  the  Dean,  and 
returned  to  his  Solitaire. 


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CHAPTER  IV. 


THE  LOTTERY. 


Mr.  George's  Departure. 


Lots  of  Fun. 


"  One  of  the  greatest  benefits  of  a  course  at  Har- 
vard, Rollo,"  said  Uncle  George,  as  they  descended 
the  steps,  "  is  that  derived  from  viewing  the  noble 
architectural  specimens  which  are  all  around  you." 

Rollo  had  seen  many  beautiful  things,  both  in  his 
journey  to  Cambridge  on  that  morning  and  in  his 
European  travels,  but  he  had  never  seen  anything 
which  impressed  him  so  much  as  the  spacious  build- 
ing which  Mr.  George  pointed  out  to  him.  It  was 
built  in  the  perpendicular  style  of  architecture,  its 
lines  were  straight,  its  roof  slated,  and  it  had  many 
windows  in  it,  which  gave  upon  the  green. 

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"  What  is  it  used  for  ? "  asked  Rollo. 

"  It  is  called  Thayer's  Hall ;  and  as,  from  its  size 
Mr.  Thayer  would  not  require  it  all  for  his  residence, 
I  suppose  that  some  of  the  scholars  live  here  also." 

"  I  want  to  know  !  "  said  Rollo.  "  Perhaps  I  shall 
live  here  next  year,  Uncle  George." 

"  Whether  you  do  or  not  depends  upon  yourself, 
my  boy.     Jonas  and  Thanny  have  not  appeared  yet. 


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Can  it  be  that  they  are  in  trouble  ?  I  must  look  after 
them,  and  after  information  as  to  your  examinations. 
For,  although  the  Dean  was  a  frank-spoken  and 
affable  gentleman,  I  did  not  get  from  his  remarks  a 
clear  idea  of  the  requirements  for  admission.  There- 
fore I  leave  you  to  look  around  here  by  yourself. 
You  will  undoubtedly  commit  many  blunders  ;  but 
that  is  your  own  look-out.  In  no  event  must  you  look 
for  help  from  me." 

Saying  this,  Mr.  George  walked  off  across  a  path 
leading  to  a  gate.  Rollo  watched  him  go  across  the 
street  and  finally  disappear  in  a  basement  entrance. 
Over  the  entrance  was  a  sign  on  which  was  written, 
in  gilt  letters, 

LA   GERBIER. 

Rollo  walked  over  the  many  paths,  much  interested 
in  the  new  faces  which  he  saw. 

As  he  was  looking  at  a  large  crowd  of  boys  of 
about  his  own  years,  who  were  standing  in  front  of  a 
brick  building  with  a  cupola  upon  its  top,  he  was 
approached  by  a  lad  apparently  about  eighteen  years 
of  age,  who  wore  a  cane  and  had  on  a  tall  black  hat. 
His  complexion  was  dark,  and  his  hair  very  black  and 
glossy.  He  was  neatly  and  very  prettily  dressed  ; 
though  in  a  very  peculiar  style,  his  costume  being 
quite  different  from  anything  that  Rollo  had  ever 
seen  before.     This  is  his  picture  :  — 


"  Can:t  you  find  any  one  to  play  with  you  ?"  asked 
the  boy. 

"  No,"  said  Rollo,  "  my  play  is  work  !     I  am  being 


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examined  to-day.  I  was  conditioned  in  '  Bumps ' 
just  now." 

The  boy  laughed  merrily  for  a  while,  and  then 
asked,  "  What  is  your  name  ? " 

"  Rollo." 

"  Dear  me  !  "  said  the  boy,  '•  I  know  all  about  you  ! 
Come  up  to  my  room.  I  will  put  you  up  to  snuff 
about  things  here." 

Rollo  held  out  his  hand  to  him,  that  they  might 
walk  along  together. 

"  What  is  your  name,  sir?"  asked  Rollo. 

"  Thomas  Dodd,"  answered  the  boy. 

Rollo  and  Thomas  had  not  gone  far  when  they 
came  to  another  building,  which  they  entered. 

"This,"  said  Thomas,  pointing  to  a  door,  "is 
where  I  hang  out." 

"  Can  you  do  it  long  ? "  asked  Rollo. 

"  For  more  than  two  years,"  answered  Thomas,  as 
he  opened  the  door. 

The  room  was  full  of  smoke,  and  Rollo  could  see 
that  the  walls  were  covered  with  many  curious  things. 
Seated  on  comfortable  chairs  in  the  room  were  a 
number  of  young  men  in  easy  attitudes.  They  were 
smoking  paper  cigarettes,  and  large  pipes.  They  all 
rose  and  bowed  politely  to  Rollo  as  he  entered. 

"This  is  a  young  gentleman  who  is  trying  for  col- 
lege," said  Thomas.  "  He  desires  information  about 
the  examinations." 

"  Good  on  his  head  !  "  "  Pretty  boy !  "  "  Take  a 
weed  !  "  —  were  the  exclamations  which  Rollo  heard 
from  the  inmates  of  the  room. 

"  I  like  your  looks,  my  boy,"  said  one  ;  "  and  as  a 
great  favor  you  may  smoke  my  new  brier-wood 
pipe." 

So  Rollo  filled  the  pipe  with  tobacco  of  a  black 
color,  and  was  soon  puffing  away  at  it.  The  smoke, 
however,  would  get  up  his  nose  at  times. 

"  He  will  be  a  very  popular  man  here,"  said 
Thomas,  pointing  to  Rollo. 

Rollo  smiled,  and  puffed  deeper  at  the  pipe. 

"  I  shall  soon  ask  them  about  the  examinations," 
he  thought  to  himself.  "  They  are  scholars,  I  sup- 
pose. Why  are  they  not  doing  sums  or  exercises  ? 
It  is  all  very  strange." 

"  Gentlemen  sports  and  Rollo,"  cried  Thomas,  "  the 
weather  is  remarkably  hot ;  curiously  enough,  my 
coppers  are  hot,  too.  Let  us  have  a  cooling  bev- 
erage." 

"  Agreed  !  "  cried  the  scholars. 

"  And  that  there  may  be  no  unfairness,  let  us  draw 
lots  to  see  who  shall  procure  the  ingredients  of  the 
punch.  I  will  put  these  pieces  of  paper  in  a  hat. 
The  man  who  draws  the  one  with  a  black  cross  on  it 
will  be  the  man  to  be  stuck  !  " 


"  Why  it  is  like  '  Eeny,  meeny,  mony,  my  ! '  "  cried 
Rollo. 

Now,  funnily  enough,  Thomas  had  marked  all  the 
pieces  of  paper  with  a  black  cross,  and  Rollo  drew 
first,  because  he  was  company. 

"  I  have  the  black-crossed  paper ! "  cried  Rollo, 
who  had  not  had  the  moral  courage  to  tell  his  new- 
found friends  that  he  had  no  money  in  his  pocket, 
and  therefore  ought  not  to  go  into  the  lottery. 

"  Will  the  ingredients  cost  more  than  a  quarter  of  a 
dollar  ? "  asked  Rollo,  gazing  ruefully  at  the  piece  of 
paper,  and  feeling  that  he  was  in  a  vexatious  situation. 


CHAPTER   V. 


UNCLE   GEORGE'S   ASCENSION. 


Hanging  it  up- 


Low  Trick  on  Mr.  George. 


Rollo  came  to  the  door  which  opened  upon  the 
platform  before  the  hall  and  looked  out  into  the 
green  yard  and  across  the  avenue.  Then  he  looked 
over  towards  the  square.  He  seemed  to  be  looking 
for  somebody.  Then  he  took  a  small  ivory  whistle 
from  his  pocket.  It  was  attached  to  his  vest  by  a 
green  silk  ribbon. 

He  stood  out  upon  the  platform,  and  blew  the 
whistle  loud  and  long. 

Presently  he  heard  a  voice  crying,  "  Rol — lo  ! " 

Jonas  appeared  soon  around  the  corner. 

"Jonas,"  said  Ko'.Io,  "I  am  to  buy  the  ingre- 
dients." 

"  What 'are  they,  Rollo,"  said  Jonas. 


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Rollo  took  out  a  small  piece  of  paper.  It  was 
addressed  to  J.  H.  Hubbard,  Pharmacist.  It  was 
folded  across  the  middle.  On  the  inside  was  writ- 
ten :  — 

]%   Spir.  Frumenti :  500  §  . 
Citr.  Naturales  :  12. 
Aq.  Vit:e  :  200  §  . 
Borage  :  quant,  suff. 
Aq.  pura  :  omnis  gutta  spoliat  punchum. 

"  A  prescription !  "  said  Jonas. 

"Yes,  for  '  hot  coppers,'  Mr.  Dodd  told  me,"  said 
Rollo,  sobbing.  "  I  was  chosen  to  pay  for  it,  but  I 
have  no  money !  " 

"  That  will  make  no  difference  !  "  answered  Jonas  ; 
"  tell  Mr.  Hubbard  to  'hang  it  up.'  " 

"  To  hang  it  up  !  "  cried  Rollo  ;  "  why,  Mr.  Dodd 
said  they  were  to  drink  it  up  !  " 

"Don't  interrupt,"  continued  Jonas.  "To  'hang 
up '  is  a  term  which  I  have  read  in  books.  It  means 
to  '  charge  to  the  account  of.'  " 

"  Oh  !  "  cried  Rollo,  "  that  is  what  Uncle  George 
does  with  my  pocket  money  !  " 

"Very  well,"  said  Jonas,  "hang  it  up  to  Mr.  Dodd, 
who  sent  you." 

Was  it  right  for  Rollo  to  do  this  ? 

Rollo  and  Jonas,  by  this  device,  procured  the  in- 
gredients, which  the  urbane  and  gentlemanly  phar- 


macist hung  and  did  up  in  two  bottles  and  a  brown- 
paper  parcel,  with  a  white  string. 

Rollo  and  Jonas  walked  back  through  the  yard. 
They  passed  a  large  brick  hall  with  two  hot-houses 
on  the  top,  and  a  square  hole  in  the  front,  in  the 
back  wall  of  which  were  two  stone  slabs.  On  each 
slab  was  an  inscription  in  capital  Latin. 

"  Please,  Jonas,  what  do  you  think  this  place  is?  " 
asked  Rollo. 

"  It  is  the  receiving  tomb  of  the  University,  where 
they  put  the  scholars  who  '  dead,'  I  believe,"  answered 
Jonas. 

While  Rollo  and  Jonas  stood  looking  at  it,  a  figure 
with  an  old  hat  drawn  over  his  eyes,  holding  a  burning 
fuse  in  his  hand,  glided  from  a  corner  and  rushed 
away. 

Just  then  Mr.  George  walked  out  of  the  door  at 
the  side  of  the  receiving  tomb.  As  he  was  going 
through  it  a  bomb  exploded  between  his  legs,  and  he 
was  hurled  violently  into  the  yard. 

"  Helen  Blaise  !"  ejaculated  Mr.  George.  "Jonas, 
what  was  that  ?  " 

"  You  will  be  better  in  the  fall !  "  cried  the  retreat- 
ing figure  with  the  fuse. 

Now  it  was  not  the  fall  that  hurt  Mr.  George,  but 
the  reaching  the  ground  so  suddenly. 

"  I  think,  sir,"  said  Jonas,  "it  was  a  hand-grenade. 
They  are  provided  by  the  Medical  Faculty." 

"  Why  do  they  do  it,  Jonas  ?  "  said  Rollo. 


arN\* 


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"  To  get  subjects  for  their  post-mortem  examina- 
tions." 

QUESTIONS. 

Quid  spoliat  punchum  ?  What  was  the  prescription  for  ? 
What  are  hot  coppers?  Why  did  Jonas  tell  Rollo  to 
hang  it  up  ?  What  was  the  brown-paper  parcel  tied  with  ? 
Who  are  put  in  the  receiving  tomb?  What  did  Uncle 
George  say  when  he  struck  the  ground  ?  Was  there  any- 
thing improper  in  this  remark  ?  Would  you  use  it  in  a 
ball-room?    Tell  all  you  know  about  the  Med.  Fac. 


CHAPTER  VI. 


CRIBBING. 


Mr.  George's  Little  Game. 


Contrivances. 


"  I  feel  rather  flurried,"  Mr.  George  remarked,  as 
he  picked  himself  up  from  the  gravel-path  where  he 
had  been  hurried  by  the  explosion.  "  Rollo,  what 
have  you  in  those  bottles  ?" 

"  Uncle  George,"  said  Rollo,  "  they  contain  ingre- 
dients for  a  punch.  I  am  to  bring  them  to  Mr. 
Dodd's  room." 

"  Rollo,"  said  his  uncle,  "  I  always  like  to  assist 
you  when  you  are  doing  for  others.  I  will  willingly 
inconvenience  myself  by  carrying  them  to  Mr.  Dodd's 
room.  It  is  high  time  for  you  to  go  to  your  exami- 
nation.    Jonas  will  show  you  the  way." 

Jonas  took  a  large  box  under  his  arm,  and  they 
walked  along  together. 

"  Did  you  ever  go  to  college,  Jonas  ? "  said  Rollo. 

-  Yes,"  said  Jonas.  "  I  went  to  the  Bussey  Institute. 
In  fact,  I  may  say,  Le  Bussey  Institute,  c'est  moi." 

"  Don't  you  wish  you  could  go  now  ?  " 

"  Yes,"  said  Jonas,  "  I  think  I  should  like  it  better 
than  you  will." 

"  Better  than  I  ?"  said  Rollo,  looking  up  with  sur- 
prise ;  "  why,  I  like  it  very  much  indeed." 

"  You  have  n't  tried  it  yet,"  said  Jonas. 

"  O,  but  I  know  I  shall  like  it." 

"  They  all  like  it  the  first  day  ;  but  afterwards  they 
find  a  great  many  things  which  they  do  not  like  very 
well." 

"  What  things  ?  "  asked  Rollo. 

"  Why,  sometimes  you  will  get  to  playing  poker 
after  tea,  and  when  prayer-time  comes  before  break- 
fast you  will  not  want  to  go.  Then  your  studies  will 
be  hard  sometimes,  and  the  Dean  will  not  be  nice  to 
you.  And  perhaps  they  will  not  elect  you  into  the 
St  Paul's." 

Rollo  felt  somewhat  disappointed  at  hearing  such 
an  account  of  the  business  of  going  to  college  from 
Jonas.     He  had  expected  that  it  was  to  lie  all  pleas- 


ure, and  he  could  not  help  thinking  that  Jonas  must 
be  mistaken  about  it.  However,  he  said  nothing,  but 
walked  along  slowly  and  silently. 

"  Please  to  tell  me  what  have  you  in  the  box, 
Jonas,"  asked  Rollo. 

"  O,  that  I  call  my  examination  apparatus,"  an- 
swered Jonas. 

"An  examination  apparatus  ?"  cried  Rollo. 

"  An  examination  apparatus,"  answered  Jonas. 

Jonas  set  the  box  upon  the  ground  and  opened  the 
lid,  which  was  fastened  witli  two  hinges  and  a  hook. 
Rollo  saw  therein  many  strange  things. 

"  This,"  said  Jonas,  taking  up  a  bundle  of  cigarette 
papers,  "contains  all  Latin  and  Greek  Grammar,  Chi- 


nese I,  Fine  Arts  III,  Ancient  and  Modern  Geo- 
graphy, Calisthenics,  Andrew's  Latin  Lexicon,  and 
Quackenbos's  History  of  the  United  States.  And 
this  is  a  preparation  for  producing  a  sudden  and 
violent  nose-bleed.  This  is  a  certificate  of  good 
moral  character,  signed  by  the  Superintendent  of  Po- 
lice and  the  Treasurer  of  the  Howard  Athenaeum. 
This  bank-note  is  counterfeit.  On  the  back  — which 
is  blank  —  is  written  in  invisible  ink  all  irregular 
verbs,  the  equations  of  eccentric  curves,  and  the 
obscure  and  disputed  points  in  American  history." 

"  But  suppose  they  ask  me  the  regular  verbs  ?"  said 
Rollo. 

"  They  will  not,"  said  Jonas.  "  They  only  wish  you 
to  know  the  exceptions,  because  they  prove  the 
rules." 

"  But  suppose  they  see  me  with  the  bank-note  — " 

"  They  will  only  think  you  are  endowing  the  proc- 


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'i 


tor :  and  a  percentage  of  all  bribes  goes  to  the  fund 
for  pensioning  good  and  faithful  servants." 

"But  suppose  —  " 

"Suppose  I  was  a  bar'  ?"  said  Jonas. 

Rollo  felt  the  rebuke,  and  hung  his  head  in  silence. 

QUESTIONS. 

In  what  Institution  was  Jonas  raised  ?  Was  it  so  called 
because  it  is  a  Busy  Institute  ?  What  did  Uncle  George 
do  with  the  ingredients  ? 


CHAPTER   VII. 


EXPLORING. 


Prescribed  Chinese. 


Thanny  goes  it  alone. 


When  Jonas  and  Thanny  went  to  the  stable  to  put 
up  the  horse,  Jonas  had  been  given  twenty-five  cents 
by  Mr.  George.  He  endeavored  to  make  a  trade  with 
the  stable-man  for  twenty  cents,  in  order  that  he 
might  keep  five  cents  for  his  next  Sunday-school 
contribution.  While  Jonas  was  dickering,  Thanny 
slipped  away. 

Now  Jonas  had  been  instructed  to  keep  his  eye 
upon  Thanny  ;  but  Thanny  thought  he  could  have  a 


better  time  by  himself.  "  I  mean  to  play  this  hand 
alone,"  said  he.  Thanny  was  a  badly  behaved  boy. 
He  had  played  much  with  the  boys  about  the  village 
hotel. 

So  he  walked  on  by  a  grave-yard  and  a  green  com- 
mon to  a  big  field.  In  the  middle  was  a  bare-headed 
stone  soldier,  who  had  got  out  of  his  stone  sentry-box 
and  was  standing  on  the  roof.  This  was  erected  to 
commemorate  the  gymnastic  feats  of  the  Harvard 
Rifle  Corps. 

Thanny  kept  on  to  an  open  field,  where  were 
young  men,  clothed  in  flannel,  playing  battledore-and- 
shuttlecock  over  a  net  stretched  on  two  poles,  the 
points  of  which  were  fixed  in  the  ground. 

Others  clubbed  a  ball  into  the  air  for  their  friends 
to  catch.  The  ball  was  stuffed  ;  the  club  was  also 
stuffed. 

Thanny  was  not  invited  to  join  in  the  sport ;  so  he 
walked  on  to  a  low  yellow  building  standing  by  the 
side  of  the  road.  There  were  red  curtains  in  the 
windows ;  and  on  the  front  door,  in  large  letters 
which  ran  from  the  top  to  the  bottom,  was  the  sign :  — 

S 


G 

L 

C 

E 

P 

I 

I 

H 

S 

R 

N 

N 

I 

E 

0 

G 

N 

F. 

He  clambered  up  the  steps  and  knocked  at  the  door. 


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Presently  the  door  was  opened  by  a  yellow-skinned 
gentleman,  with  eyes  cut  bias,  and  dressed  in  bright- 
colored  silks.     A  steam  came  from  the  house  that 

t        reminded  Thanny  of  washing-day  at  home. 
"IT         "  Are  the  old  folks  to  home  ?  "  asked  Than- 

.f      ny,  with  a  pretty  lisp. 
yC  answered  the  gentleman,  with  a  salaam.* 

Thanny  listened  attentively  to  what  his  new  friend 
said,  in  order  to  see  if  he  could  not  distinguish  some 
words  that  he  could  understand ;  but  he  could  not, 
and  he  finally  concluded  that  it  sounded  just  as  the 
hieroglyphics  look  on  the  fire-cracker  boxes,  and  that 
it  must  be  a  Chinaman.  Moreover,  he  had  a  pig-tail 
hanging  from  his  head.  In  the  room  beyond,  through 
the  steam,  he  saw  two  cunning  yellow  Chinese  chil- 
dren playing  a  curious  game  upon  the  floor.  Each 
child  alternately  stuck  up  in  the  air  a  number  of  fin- 
gers ;  and  when  the  numbers  did  not  tally,  the  extra 
fingers  were  chopped  off  by  the  other  child. 


"This,"  said  Thanny,  "is  better  than  mumblety- 

peg" 

Besides   the   children,  they  were,  in   the  back  of 

the  room,  mangling  clothes. 

"  Yes,  I  will  sit  down,  since  you  press  me,"  said 
Thanny,  seating  himself  upon  a  lacquered  golden 
chair,  fashioned  like  a  dragon,  and  scratching  off  the 
gilt  with  his  finger-nails. 

"  Welcome  fair-faced  stranger  of  a  cold  but  thrice- 
happy  North  !  The  descendant  of  a  thousand  learned 
Panjandrums,  with  gilt  buttons  upon  their  tops,  hath 
at  last  a  pupil  whom  to  instruct  in  the  ten  thou- 
sand holy  books  of  the  Yellow  Dragon  !  "  f 

•  A  salaam  is  a  low  kind  of  bow. 

t  The  gentleman  made  these  remarks,  of  course,  in  Chinese  ;  but  we 
give  them  in  English  for  the  convenience  of  the  dullest  of  our  readers. 
Wt  know  Chinese. 


"Ain't  got  no  washin',  old  Pard,"  said  Thanny  ;  "  I 
wear  paper  collars." 

"Ah!  not  in  vain  has  your  least-to-be-considered- 
of-all-mortals  been  immured  for  thirty-one  years  and 
seven  moons  in  a  dark  closet  with  the  seven  thousand 
golden  tomes  of  the  never-too-little-to-be-deprecated 
Confutsee,  that  he  might  commit  to  his  always-to-be- 
passed-by-in-scorn  memory  their  always-quite-too- 
awfully-precious  contents,  that  he  might  have  the 
ecstasy  ineffable  of  communicating  them  to  the  bright- 
faced  moon-eyed  children  of  the  country  of  the 
Beautiful  Banner  for  commercial  purposes  ! "  Saying 
which,  he  flew  a  kite,  set  off  some  rockets,  and 
banged  a  gong. 

"  Go  it,  old  Fireworks  !  tinky-tanky,  Feast  of  Lan- 
terns, Chin-chin,  hi-ya  !  "  said  Thanny,  putting  his 
hands  to  his  ears. 

It  was  his  last  burst  of  childish  glee. 

The  Professor  took  down  long  scrolls  of  rice  paper, 
on  which  were  written  strange  and  disreputable  char- 
acters. He  piled  them  in  a  dark  closet,  with  two 
dead  cats,  a  rat,  and  an  edible  bird's  nest,  labelled 
"  tiffin."  Thanny  did  not  see  the  full  force  of  these 
dread  preparations,  until  the  Mandarin  took  Thanny 
by  the  hand,  and,  pointing  at  the  books  and  then  at 
Thanny's  head,  shoved  him  into  the  closet  and  turned 
the  key  in  the  door. 

"  Muchee  goodee  ! "  chuckled  the  Professor.  "  He 
has  taken  my  elective.  After  seventeen  golden  years 
I  shall  take  him  out,  and  he  will  know  my  tongue 
and  the  seven  thousand  books  of  the  divine  Con- 
futsee." 

Thus  was  the  key  turned  upon  Thanny's  spirit  for 
seventeen  years. 

QUESTIONS. 

Account  for  Thanny's  defects  of  character  on  grounds 
of  early  home  instruction.  What  did  the  gentleman  say 
to  Thanny  when  he  opened  the  door?  How  many  of 
whose  fingers  were  chopped  off  by  which  child  ?  Reduce 
to  vulgar  fractions.  Show  the  benefits  of  the  elective  sys- 
tem, as  illustrated  by  the  Chinese  method  of  education- 


Note  to  Chapter  I'll. 

That  Thanny's  apparently  sad  fate  may  not  seem  sen- 
sational and  improbable,  the  reverend  authors  refer  to 
Williams's  "Middle  Kingdom,"  Vol.  I.  p.  439- 

"  The  hall  at  Canton  (where  the  examination  of  the 
Kti-jin,  or  promoted  men,  is  held)  contains  7500  cells,  meas- 
uring four  feet  by  three,  and  high  enough  to  stand  up  in. 
The  furniture  consists  of  two  boards,  one  for  sitting  and 
the  other  contrived  to  serve  both  for  an  eating-table  and  a 
writing-desk.  All  these  things,  as  well  as  the  writing 
materials,  cooking  apparatus,  and  every  officer,   porter, 


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and  menial  \quizre  proctor  ?  ]  are  carefully  searched.  The 
cells  are  arranged  around  a  number  of  open  courts,  re- 
ceiving all  their  light  and  air  from  the  central  area,  and 
exposed  to  the  observation  of  the  soldiers  who  guard  the 
place  and  watch  that  no  one  has  the  least  intercourse  with 
the  imprisoned  students.  [President  E-l-t's  attention  is 
called  to  this  perfect  system  of  espionage.] 

"  Confinement  in  this  cramped  position,  where  it  is  impos- 
sible to  lie  down,  is  exceedingly  irksome,  and  is  said  to 
cause  the  death  of  many  old  students  [unmatriculated], 
who  are  unable  to  go  through  the  fatigue,  but  who  still 
enter  the  arena  in  hopes  of  at  last  succeeding.  Cases 
have  occurred  when  father,  son,  and  grandson  appeared 
at  the  same  time  to  compete  for  the  same  prize. 

"  The  unpleasantness  of  the  strait  cell  is  much  increased 
by  the  smoke  arising  from  the  cooking,  which  is  all  done 
in  the  court,  and  by  the  heat  of  the  weather.  Whenever 
a  student  dies  in  his  cell  the  body  is  pulled  through  a  hole 
made  in  the  wall,  and  left  there  for  his  friends  to  carry 
away." 


CHAPTER  VIII. 


EXAMINING. 


Benjamin  and  Dovey. 


The  Professor  and  the  Mucker. 


Rollo  and  Jonas  had  not  half  crossed  the  yard, 
when  Mr.  George  put  his  head  out  of  an  upper  win- 
dow in  Holworthy,  and  said,  "  Rollo!  " 


"What,  Uncle  George  ?"  said  Rollo. 

"Go  directly  to  the  Examination-rooms  and  do  not 
stop  around  by  the  Square  to  get  a  glass  of  soda- 
water." 

"  Why  ?  "  said  Rollo. 

Mr.  George  slammed  the  window  and  made  no 
reply. 

Now  Rollo  had  not  thought  of  this  before  ;  but  he 
now  felt  very  much  inclined  to  do  it. 

"  Just  one  minute,  Jonas,"  said  he. 

"  I  advise  you  not  to,"  said  Jonas 

"  Why  not  ?  "  said  Rollo. 

"  That  is  the  way  I  have  known  a  great  many  boys 
to  get  punished,"  said  Jonas. 

"  Well,"  said  Rollo,  "  I  am  going.  I  do  not  think 
there  is  much  harm  done  in  taking  a  glass  of  soda- 
water." 

"  Yes,"  said  Jonas,  "  there  is  great  harm  done. 
You  do  what  you  know  is  wrong  ;  you  thus  hurt  your 
peace  of  mind,  make  yourselves  and  your  kind  par- 
ents unhappy,  and  make  it  easier  to  do  wrong  the 
next  time  ;  you  displease  the  Almighty  Noumenon 
and  Mr.  George.  However,  you  will  count  me  in  for 
some  soda  with  brandy  in  it." 

Now  Rollo  found  a  large  company  of  Sophomores 
at  the  apothecary's,  who  all  insisted  on  drinking  to 
Rollo's  health,  and  at  his  expense.  He  thus  learned 
how  wrong  it  was  to  disobey  Uncle  George. 

They  then  turned  the  corner  and  came  to  a  house 
with  a  belfry. 

"  Is  that  the  school-house  ?"  said  Rollo. 


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DOVEY. 

"  The  school  is  kept  in  that  house,  Subby,"  said  a 
voice. 

Rollo  looked  around  indignantly.  "  Subby  your- 
self," said  he. 

"  Right  you  are,  my  boy.  Yet  I  have  been  trying 
for  my  degree  these  dozen  years." 

"  Your  name,  sir  ?"  said  Rollo. 

"  Butler,  my  boy,  B.  F.  Butler,  of  Lowell.  I 
thought  the  easiest  way  was  to  be  Governor.  They 
always  give  one  to  the  Governor.  But  now  I  think  it 
is  quickest  to  go  through  college,  liesides,  I  have 
promised  post-traderships  to  all  the  proctors,  and  a  big 
haul  to  the  College." 

"  Ho  !  "  said  Rollo.  "  That's  a  good  deal  to  give 
for  a  degree." 

"  Hush,  fool !  "  was  the  reply.  "  I  must  have  at 
least  an  LL.D.  Don't  you  know  that  one  can't  be 
President  of  the  U.  S.  without  an  LL.D.  Harv.  ? 
Why,  even  to  get  appointed  P.  M.  one  must  have 
been  A.  M." 

Rollo  was  silent ;  and  he  and  Benjamin  went  into 
the  examination-rooms.  There  were  rows  of  seats 
and  desks  ;  they  each  took  one.  Between  them  was 
a  girl.  She  was  a  very  wild-looking  little  thing.  She 
wore  a  coarse  green  gown,  darned  and  mended  in 
various  places.  A  small  straw  bonnet,  a  good  deal 
out  of  shape,  hung  back  from  her  head,  and  her  hair 
was  down  over  her  eyes.  While  Rollo  was  looking 
at  her  she  suddenly  stooped  and  ran  a  steel  pen  into 
his  ankle. 


"  Ow  !  "  cried  Rollo,  "  you  horrid,  ugly  —  " 

"  Then  you  should  n't  look  at  me  without  being 
introduced,"  she  answered,  with  a  toss  of  the  head. 
"  We  girls  of  the  Harvard  Annex  mean  to  show  that 
we  can  maintain  our  position  with  dignity  and  re- 
serve. My  name  is  Dovey,  but  I  shall  be  Ann 
next.'' 

Rollo  was  pondering  this  problem,  when,  they 
handed  around  a  large  number  of  blue  books,  with 
lists  of  questions.  Rollo  tried  like  a  good  boy  to 
write,  but  was  much  disturbed  by  the  conversation  that 
was  kept  up  between  Dovey  and  Benjamin.  This  was 
also  observed  by  a  large  man  who  had  given  them  the 
books.  He  walked  stealthily  up  behind  Benjamin,  but 
one  of  Ben's  eyes  could  see  around  a  corner.  With 
the  other  he  winked  to  Dovey,  who  was  immediately 
silent ;  and  then  he  whispered  in  a  hoarse  voice  to 
Rollo,  "  I  will  tell  you,  —  George  Washington  was 
first  in  war,  first  in  pea —  " 

"  Communicating  !  "  cried  the  proctor  to  Rollo  ; 
and  poor  Rollo  was  taken  by  the  coat-collar,  dragged 
across  the  hall,  and  dropped  out  of  the  window. 

Rollo  sat  upon  the  grass,  and  wept  bitterly. 

«  Why,  Rollo  !  "  said  Jonas. 

"  O  Jonas  !  "  said  Rollo,  "  I  have  not  passed  ;  that 
is,  they  passed  me  out,"  —  and  he  told  Jonas  all. 

"Never  mind,  Rollo,  we  will  pass  them  by  on 
the  other  side,"  said  Jonas.  "  Have  you  your  paper 
of  questions?" 

"  Yes,"  sobbed  Rollo,  "but  I  do  not  know  them." 

"  That  makes  no  difference,"  said  Jonas.  "  Give 
them  to  me." 

Jonas  then  pulled  out  of  his  examination-apparatus 
box  a  blue  book,  a  set  of  Notes  and  Queries,  a  volume 
called  "  Facts  little  Known,"  and  another  named 
"  Things  that  No   Feller  can   Find  out."     "  We  will 


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find  the  answers  here,"  said  he  ;  —  and  before  the 
morning  was  over,  the  answers  were  all  written  neatly 
out  in  the  blue  book. 

•'  Now,"  said  Jonas,  "  I  must  get  a  Mucker." 

A  newsboy  was  passing  by,  whom  Jonas  called. 

"  You  see,  Pat,  that  benevolent-looking  old  gentle- 
man with  the  pile  of  blue  books  on  his  arm,  coming 
out  of  the  hall  ?  "  said  Jonas. 

"  Old  Professor  Fullalove  ?  w'al,  I  shuld  smile  !  " 
said  the  newsboy. 

"  Here,"  said  Jonas,  "  are  five  cents  for  you,  if  you 
will  carry  this  examination  book  up  to  him,  and  say 
he  has  dropped  it." 

Patrick  did  exactly  as  Jonas  directed.  "  Thank 
you,  my  son,"  said  the  Professor  politely,  handing 
the  boy  a  quarter,  and  putting  Rollo's  book  under  his 
arm  with  the  rest. 

Pat  bit  the  coin,  and  ascertained  its  correctness. 

Jonas  was  a  very  intelligent  boy,  and  was  a  great 
help  to  Rollo's  father  on  his  farm. 


Draw  a  moral  from  the  soda-water.  Find  a  moral  in 
Benjamin  Butler.  Point  a  moral  in  the  story  of  Dovey. 
In  Gilmore's  national  anthem, 

Columbia  !  'T  was  in  fire  and  blood 
Hrave  the  foremost  stood  ; 

With  banner  high  and  sword  in  hand. 
He  drove  the  tyrant  from  the  land." 

Who  done  it  ? 


CHAPTER   IX. 


SKYLARKING. 


Mr.  George's  Strange  Conduct. 


Rollo's  Arrest. 


"  Jonas,"  said  Rollo,  "  I  am  getting  along  better 
than  most  of  the  boys  and  girls.  They  are  still  in 
the  hall  guessing  the  conundrums  ;  Benny  and  Dovey 
and  the  rest  are  in  that  hot,  stuffy  place,  while  I  am 
on  the  fresh  green  grass." 

Jonas  and  Rollo  were  seated  under  a  tree  on  a 
small  piece  of  turf,  which  is  kept  in  the  yard  to  show 
that  grass  could  be  grown  there,  if  the  President  had 
another  cow.  They  could  hear  from  the  hall,  which 
Rollo  had  left  so  strangely  and  unexpectedly,  the 
scholars  singing  in  unison  — 

B  A,  bi  baby  by. 
B  U,  bu  baby  by  U. 
B  E,  be  baby  by  O. 
B  U! 

It  was  the  examination  in  reading  English  at  sight, 
and  Vulgar  Fractions. 

"  I  have  no  doubt  I  shall  get  in,"  continued  Rollo. 
"  You  know  they  give  each  of  us  numbers  in  ex- 
change for  our  names.  Benny,  the  fat,  funny-looking 
boy,  dropped  his  number  on  the  floor,  and  I  pre- 
tended to  pick  it  up,  and  handed  him  mine.  So  he  is 
writing  my  books  for  me." 


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"  Why,  Rollo,"  cried  Jonas,  "  how  could  you  do 
such  a  thing  ?  You  get  the  benefit  of  another's 
work,  —  one  who  has  worked  hard.  You  will  be 
admitted  by  a  cheat.    You  have  a  long  head ! " 

"  Not  too  long,  Jonas,  but  just  long  enough ! " 
cried  Rollo. 

u  i  wen;  we  are  au  right  up  to  the  present  time,'  " 
answered  Jonas,  with  a  knowing  wink.  "  '  Fifty  cents 
all  round  ! '  " 

Just  then  a  loud  sort  of  calling  and  peals  of  laugh- 
ter were  heard  at  the  end  of  the  yard,  and  a  crowd 
of  the  scholars  were  seen  standing  at  a  door  in  Mr. 
Holworthy's  Hall.  A  cracked  voice  was  heard  sing- 
ing, in  a  gay  but  broken  tone  : 

"  Soyez  gai,  soyez  gai,  il  le  faut, 
Je  le  veux  ! 
Tra-lu-ee-ee  !  tra-loo-oo-oo  ! " 

The  voice  came  from  a  man  who  had  the  air  of  hav- 
ing once  been  respectably  dressed.  He  had  on  an  old 
black  beaver  covered  with  dust,  in  which  were  cut 
the  letters,  "  Hoop  her  up  for  77."    Behind  the  let- 


ters, inside  of  the  hat,  was  pasted  white  paper.  His 
coat  was  turned  inside  out,  and  his  right  shoe  was 
upon  his  left  foot,  and  his  left  shoe  upon  his  right 
foot.  This  gave  him  the  appearance  of  being  unde- 
cided in  his  movements.  But  the  most  remarkable 
thing  which  Rollo  noticed  was  that  on  his  face  were 


painted  in  a  black  outline,  which  comes  from  corks 
that  have  been  combusted  in  a  gas  flame,  heavy  false 
eyebrows  forming  an  angle  above  his  nose.  A  mus- 
tache, painted  in  the  same  material,  was  on  his  lips. 
He  held  in  one  hand  a  cornet-a-piston,*  in  the  other 
an  empty  champagne-bottle. 

'•  Why,  it  is  Mr.  George  !"  cried  Jonas. 

Yes,  it  was  Mr.  George  ;  but  all  his  angles  had 
melted  away  into  gentle  curves,  and  he  smiled  very 
openly  as  he  ricochetted  from  one  elm-tree  to 
another. 

"  Spplenid  time,  old  fels  ! "  cried  he,  trying  to  blow 
the  cornet,  and  weeping  over  his  efforts,  which  were 
in  vain.  "  Have  n't  had  such  a  good  time  since  I  was 
in  Paris,  —  chere  Paris !  " 

"  Skip  the  gutter,"  cried  the  youths. 

Mr.  George  tried  to  do  so,  but  was  not  very  suc- 
cessful, since  he  landed  violently  upon  his  nose 
against  the  side  of  a  brick  building. 

As  he  was  rubbing  his  nose,  he  espied  Jonas  and 
Rollo,  who  were  seated  with  their  hands  raised  in 
the  air  as  if  they  were  astonished.  And  they  were 
astonished  ! 

"  Hullo,  good  day !  Jonas  Thanny,"  said  Mr. 
George,  tacking  towards  them  ;  "  how  are  you  getting 
'long  with  your  examinashlums,  Rol'  ? " 

"  O  Uncle  George,"  Rollo  answered,  "are  you  very 
ill  ?    He  must  have  had  a  sun-stroke,  Jonas." 

"  He  must  have  taken  a  '  dose  for  an  adult '  of  the 
'  prescription,'  "  said  Jonas  to  himself. 

"  Lesh  sherenade  the  Faculty  !  "  cried  Mr.  George, 
who  had  been  standing,  evidently  in  thought,  gazing 
into  the  mouth  of  the  cornet.  "  Have  real  old  college 
time !  You  sing  solo,  Rol' ;  I  will  accompany  you 
'pon  the  cornet.     Bully  old  instrumem  !  " 

Now  Rollo  was  accustomed,  as  you  know,  to  obey 
his  uncle,  at  least  before  his  back  was  turned ;  but  he 
hesitated  to  sing  at  his  present  command. 

But  Mr.  George  seemed  to  forget  that  he  had 
requested  aid  in  his  proposed  concert,  and  went 
bravely  to  work  blowing  through  the  large  end  of  the 
cornet. 

If  you  look  through  the  large  end  of  a  telescope 
you  see  everything  very  little  ;  if  you  blow  through 
the  large  end  of  a  cornet,  you  hear  very  little  of  any- 
thing. 

But  Mr.  George  had  discovered  that  the  small  end 
of  the  cornet  puckered  his  lips  badly,  so  that  he  did 
not  look  very  handsome,  while  the  large  end  com- 
fortably received  his  entire  face,  —  which  gave  him  a 
certain  moral  support. 

Though  the  cornet  made  little  music,  Mr.  George 

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himself  made  a  great  deal,  Which  was  favorably  re- 
ceived by  the  scholars  who  stood  at  their  windows  in 
the  various  halls,  and  called  loudly  for  more.  Thus 
encouraged,  Mr.  George  continued  his  concert  for 
some  time.  Jonas  and  Rollo  were  not  a  little  dis- 
concerted by  this,  but  they  judged  it  best  to  be 
silent. 

Mr.  George  had  gone  through  his  repertoire,  and 
was  giving  "  Fair  Harvard,"  with  variations,  at  the 
earnest  request  of  the  audience,  when  the  crowd  gave 
way  and  dispersed,  as  a  voice  cried,  "  The  myrmidons 
of  the  law  !  " 

Jonas  disappeared  down  the  cellar  of  Holwortliy. 
At  the  critical  moment,  Dovey  emerged  from  Univer- 
sity, seized  Mr.  George  by  the  arm,  and,  passing 
unmolested  through  the  throng  of  policemen,  said, 
"  He  is  mine.  I  mean  upon  this  sot  to  try  the  refin- 
ing influence  of  woman."  Mr.  George's  under-jaw 
fell,  and  his  countenance  assumed  an  expression  of 
ashy  paleness.  This  left  only  Rollo,  who  was  grad- 
ually surrounded  by  a  circle  of  sixteen  mounted 
policemen.  These  were  provided  with  lassos,  and 
began  circling  around  him  at  a  full  gallop,  discharging 
their  revolvers  at  him  as  they  rode. 

Rollo  sank  upon  his  knees,  his  hands  outstretched 
in  attitude  of  prayer. 

At  this  eight  dismounted  and  approached,  while 
the  others  covered  Rollo  with  their  revolvers.  When 
they  came  sufficiently  near,  two  of  them  struck  him 
with  billies  on  the  temple.  A  billy  is  a  sort  of  minia- 
ture battering-ram.  Rollo  at  once  became  senseless, 
—  that  is,  more  so  than  usual.  The  rest  of  the 
policemen  then  approached,  applied  twisters  to  each 
of  his  wrists,  endued  him  with  a  straight  jacket, 
manacled  one  leg,  and  attached  a  ball  and  chain  to 
the  other.  He  was  then  removed  to  the  station- 
house. 

When  he  arrived  there,  at  the  interposition  of  Ben- 
jamin Butler  and  the  Dean  his  mangled  remains  were 
released  on  bail,  to  appear  and  answer  to  a  charge  of 
manslaughter  in  the  first  degree  on  the  following 
morning. 

QUESTIONS. 

Explain  the  principle  by  which  Rollo  got  the  Bulge  on 
Ben.  Did  you  see  a  hat  with  "  Hoop  her  up  for  '77," 
pasted  on  it  in  white  letters  ?  Would  you  wear  such  a 
hat  to  Sunday  School  ?  Have  you  ever  skipped  a  gut- 
ter ?  Account  for  Mr.  George's  conduct.  By  whom  was 
he  accumulated  ?  How  does  the  majesty  of  the  Cam- 
bridge law  vindicate  itself?  What  is  the  connection  be- 
tween being  released  on  bail  and  the  absence  of  water  in 
kollo's  prescription  ? 


CHAPTER  X. 


The  American  Girl. 


THE  JOURNEY  TO  EAST   CAMHRIDG 

Mr. 


The  next  morning,  Rollo  awoke  and  found  him- 
self stretched  upon  a  sofa.  At  first  he  could  not  re- 
member where  he  was  ;  but  he  soon  recognized  the 
room  as  being  Mr.  Dodd's.  When  he  remembered 
that  his  trial  was  to  be  at  ten,  he  could  not  help  cry- 
ing. He  walked  to  the  door  which  gave  on  the  yard, 
and  was  immediately  met  by  Benny.  Benny  had 
gone  bail  for  him,  and  said  he  was  very  glad  to  find 
Rollo  once  more. 

They  found  Mr.  George  asleep  in  the  adjoining 
bedroom,  and  had  some  difficulty  in  rousing  him. 
He  fortunately  had  his  boots  on,  so  they  lost  no  time, 
except  that  he  sent  Jonas  to  buy  some  soda-water 
and  the  largest  hat  he  could  find. 

"  Well,"  said  Mr.  George,  "  what  do  you  propose 
that  we  should  do  ?  " 

"  I  will  defend  Rollo,"  said  Benny.  "  I  know  the 
Judge." 

"  I  propose,"  said  Rollo,  "  that  we  should  take  the 
horse-car  below  Memorial  Hall.  We  can  go  that 
way  for  six  cents.  I  have  already  bought  an  imita- 
tion coral  scarf-pin  with  the  difference." 

It  was  unfortunate  that  Rollo  said  this,  as  Benny 
at  once  insisted  on  having  it  added  to  what  he  called 
his  retainer. 

They  got  into  the  horse-car,  and  shortly  after  Dovey 
came  in  with  the  man  who  had  been  called  a  proctor 
at  Rollo's  examination,  Dovey  leading  the  way.  They 
passed  between  Mr.  George  and  Rollo,  and  stood 
there  for  a  moment,  looking  about  for  a  good  seat. 
A  German  band  was  playing  on  the  platform,  so 
that  what  she  said  was  not  very  audible  ;  but  still 
Mr.  George  and  Rollo  could  hear  it. 

"  I  want  a  corner  seat,"  said  Dovey.  "  Ask  that 
gentleman  if  he  would  not  be  willing  to  take  a  middle 
seat,  and  let  us  sit  together  in  the  corner." 

"  We  had  better  go  to  some  other  car,"  said  the 
proctor,  in  an  undertone.  "  He  wishes  to  have  the 
corner  seat  himself,  probably,  and  has  come  early,  per- 
haps, to  get  it." 

l!  O,  no,"  said  Dovey  ;  "  this  is  a  very  nice  car,  and 
he  would  just  as  soon  change  as  not,  I  have  no  doubt. 
Ask  him,  Charley,  do!  " 

So  Dovey  moved  to  one  side  for  the  proctor  to 
pass.  Mr.  Charles,  thus  urged,  approached  the  gen- 
tleman and  said,  in  a  very  bland  and  respectful  man- 
ner, "Should  you  have  any  objection,  sir,  to  move 
your  seat,  so  as  to  let  this  lady  sit  by  the  window  ?  " 


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The  gentleman  raised  his  eyes  from  his  paper  and 
looked  at  Mr.  Charles  an  instant,  and  then  answered, 
quietly,  "  I  prefer  this  seat,  sir." 

He  then  went  on  with  his  reading  as  before. 

Dovey  pouted  her  lip  and  said,  though  in  atone  too 
low  perhaps  for  the  gentleman  to  hear,  "  What  a  rude 
man  !  " 

"  We  will  give  you  these  seats,  sir,"  said  Mr.  George. 
"  Come,  Rollo." 

"  Yes,  they  '11  do  just  as  well,"  said  Dovey  to  Mr. 
Charles. 

"  I  think  she  might  at  least  have  thanked  you  for 
giving  up  your  seat  to  accommodate  her,"  said  Rollo, 
when  they  had  found  seats  at  the  other  end  of  the  car. 

"  I  did  not  do  it  to  accommodate  her,"  said  Mr. 
George  ;  "  I  did  it  to  get  out  of  the  sight  and  hearing 
of  her.  I  would  not  ride  from  here  to  East  Cam- 
bridge next  to  such  a  fuss-maker  for  all  the  courts  in 
Massachusetts.  1  had  rather  be  shut  up  in  a  freight 
car." 

"  How  much  trouble  she  makes  her  husband  ! " 
said  Rollo. 


"  It  is  not  the  trouble,"  said  Mr.  George.  "  It  is 
the  mortification  and  annoyance.  She  is  a  perpetual 
torment.  If  that  is  the  way  that  young  wives  treat 
their  husbands  on  the  bridal  tour,  I  'm  thankful  that 
I  am  not  a  bridegroom." 

Mr.  Charles,  mortified  at  the  absurd  figure  he  had 
made,  had  bowed  lo  Mr.  George,  and  sat  down  beside 
Dovey,  in  a  state  of  greater  alienation  of  heart  from 
her  than  he  had  ever  experienced  before.  And  as  this 
book  may,  perhaps,  be  read  sometimes  by  girls  as 
well  as  boys,  I  will  here,  for  their  benefit,  add  the 
remark  that  there  is  no  possible  way  by  which  a  lady 


can  more  effectually  destroy  any  kind  feeling  which  a 
gentleman  may  entertain  for  her,  than  by  forcing  him 
to  exhibit  himself  thus  in  an  awkward  and  ridiculous 
light,  by  her  unreasonable  exactions  on  journeys,  or 
rides,  or  walks,  or  excursions  of  any  kind  that  they 
may  be  taking  together. 

Now  it  happened,  while  this  scene  was  taking 
place,  a  foreigner  had  got  into  the  car.  In  his  coat 
pocket  there  was  a  red  "  Guide  to  New  England." 
He  was  reading  De  Tocqueville  on  America,  and  had 
asked  Benny  whether  Jarvis  Field  (where,  the  reader 
will  remember,  Thanny  was  imprisoned)  was  a  prairie  ; 
and  whether  buffaloes  (bisons)  were  still  shot  in  Cam- 
bridge.    This  gentleman  was  Mr.  Henry  James.* 

As  soon  as  he  saw  Dovey,  he  began  to  take  notes 
of  her  with  a  polyglot  pencil  on  analytic  paper.  When 
the  proctor  saw  this,  he  fled  incontinently. 

Mr.  James  then  inquired  of  Mr.  George,  with  a 
strong  foreign  accent,  whether  the  lady,  his  vis-a-vis, 
was  de  ses  amies.  Mr.  George  emphatically  dis- 
claimed her  acquaintance,  though  admitting  she  had 
been  of  service  to  him  the  day  before. 

"  The  gentleman  her  compagnon  de  voyage  is,  I 
fancy,  her  husband  ?  "  queried  Mr.  James.  "A  most 
unhappy  menage  !  " 

"  I  do  not  believe  it,"  said  Mr.  George. 

"  Tie ns  !  and  can  it  be  the  custom  in  this  country 
for  young  ladies  to  travel  unattended,  or,  still  worse, 
in  the  company  of  a  young  man,  from  Cambridge  to 
Hast  Cambridge  ?  I  must  remember  this  in  my  forth- 
coming work  on  the  American  Girl." 

While  this  conversation  was  going  on,  Dovey 
moved  up  next  to  Mr.  George.  She  sat  by  his  side, 
leaning  towards  him  in  an  attitude  of  confiding  and 
affectionate  attachment,  and  chucked  him  under  the 
chin  in  a  playful  manner.  Mr.  George's  pale  face 
was  beaded  with  cold  perspiration. 


CHAPTER   XI. 


THE  TRIAL. 


The  Sentence  to  Death. 


The  Elopement. 


When  Rollo  entered  the  court-room  he  was  con- 
ducted to  the  dock  by  four  policemen.  (The  dock  is  a 
private  seat  in  court,  reserved  for  clergymen  and 
Sunday-school  superintendents.)  In  front  of  Rollo 
behind  a  bench  sat  the  Judge.    In  front  of  him  stood 

•  Mr.  Henry  James  is  a  European  born  in  America,  gifted  by  ihe 
Giflie  with  Ihe  gift  of  seeing  ourselves  as  others  see  us. 


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a  black  bottle  and  a  glass  ;  he  was  playing  poker  with 
the  clerk.  (Poker,  or  bluff,  is  a  game  for  training 
ministers.)  On  his  right  were  the  jury,  composed  of 
twelve  men,  who  could  neither  read  nor  write,  and 
did  not  know  enough  to  form  opinions.  A  large  spit- 
toon stood  in  the  focus  of  their  convergency. 

"  Read,"  said  the  Judge,  "  the  pleadings." 

The  declaration  was  drawn  up  by  a  member  of  the 
Harvard  Law  School.  It  stated  "  that  on  the  twenty- 
eighth  of  June,  in  the  year  of  our  Lord  eighteen  hun- 
dred and  seventy-nine,  the  defendant,  Kollo  Holiday, 
did,  in  the  Parish  of  St.  Mary's  parochial  school,  in 
Cambridge  aforesaid,  with  force  and  arms  and  against 
the  peace  of  our  lord  the  people,  make  a  felonious 
assault  on  the  person  of  William  Paterson,  police- 
man, and  much  pull  about,  bruise,  mangle,  hit,  beat, 
strike,  wound,  maim,  injure,  and  discommode,  and 
otherwise  maltreat  the  said  William  Paterson,  to  the 
damage  —  " 

"  Boil  it  down,"  said  the  Judge. 

"  Rollo  struck  Billy  Paterson,"  said  the  Attorney- 
General. 

The  plea  read  by  Benny  stated  that  "  the  said 
plaintiff,  at  the  place  aforesaid,  made  an  assault  on 
Rollo  ;  and  thereupon  the  said  defendant,  in  order  to 
protect  and  defend  himself,  necessarily  and  unavoid- 


ably seized  and  laid  hold  of  the  plaintiff,  and  in  so 
doing  necessarily  and  unavoidably  a  little  pulled 
about,  bruised,  mangled,  and  maimed  the  said  plain- 
tiff; and  softly  and  molliter  mann  mashed  his  eye, 
and  did  necessarily  and  unavoidably  put  a  head  on 
the  said  plaintiff;  without  this,  that  he  did  it  any 
more  than  said  plaintiff  richly  deserved,  whereof — " 

"  Boil  it  down,"  said  the  Judge. 

"  He  struck  us  first,"  said  Benny. 

The  Harvard  law  student  then  made  a  replication 
de  injuria  sua  absque  tali  causa;  which  the  judge 
requested  to  be  boiled  down. 

"  You  lie  back,"  exclaimed  the  Attorney-General. 

"  Go  to  thunder  ! "  said  Benny.  This,  in  legal 
phrase,  is  termed  a  demurrer.  This  was  overruled, 
and  the  evidence  was  then  put  in. 

Rollo's  counsel  first  endeavored  to  prove  that  Rollo 
had  been  asleep.  "  Too  thin  for  this  court,"  said  the 
Judge.  Then,  that  Rollo  was  under  fourteen,  and 
innocent ;  but  the  plaintiff  proved  that  malice  made 
him  old.  Then,  that  Rollo  was  of  such  infamous 
character  that  a  trial  would  corrupt  the  newspapers, 
and  expressed  his  willingness  to  take  a  verdict  of 
murder  in  the  second  degree.  But  that  cat  would 
not  fight ;  so  Benny  then  pleaded  that  the  College 
Yard  was  a  sanctuary  ;  but  the  plaintiff  put  a  certain 


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Great  Man  *  on  the  stand,  who  swore  that  nothing 
about  the  yard  was  sacred  to  him,  and  he  did  n't  be- 
lieve it  was  to  any  one  else. 

Benny  then  sought  to  prove  that  the  plaintiff's 
great-grandmother  was  a  woman  of  bad  character  ; 
but  the  Judge  said  such  evidence  was  inadmissible. 

Benny  said  that  was  not  the  law,  and  cited  Tich- 
borne  v.  Tichborne. 

Upon  this,  the  Judge  pulled  out  two  seven-barrelled 
revolvers,  and  laid  them  on  the  bench. 

"  That,"  said  his  Honor,  "  is  the  law,  by  thun- 
der!" 

Upon  this  Benny  threw  up  the  case,  and  the  Judge 
put  on  his  black  cap. 

Poor  Rollo  was  sentenced  to  death  ! 


As  Jonas  was  going  out  of  the  court-room,  weep- 
ing, a  Bell  telephone  boy  handed  him  a  note. 

It  was  a  scrawl  from  Mr.  George,  written  in  blood, 
with  the  point  of  a  pin.     It  read  thus  :  — 

"  Dovey  is  eloping  with  me.  She  has  chartered  a 
horse-car,  and  we  are  to  be  married  in  Boston.  For 
the  love  of  heaven,  Jonas,  save  me,  and  I  will  ask 
my  brother  to  raise  your  wages." 


"  / 


Jonas  at  once  went  in  search  of  the  one-horse 
shay. 


•  U.  S.  Grant,  when  President  of  tile  United  States,  was  familiarly 
known  as  the  Old  Man.  The  President  of  Harvard  is  a  "biger  man 
than  old  Grant. *' 


CHAPTER  XII. 


POSITIVELY   THE    LAST   NIGHT   OF   THE  CONDEMNED. 


Rollo's  Last  Tea. 


The  Dungeon  Sell. 


In  the  lowest  cell  of  the  East  Cambridge  bastile  a 
young  lad,  heavily  loaded  down  with  manacles,  was 
seated   alone.      He   was   neatly   attired  in  a  suit  of 


black  broadcloth,  and  a  celluloid  shirt-collar.  It  was 
the  unfortunate  Rollo.  In  the  evening  he  was  to  be 
launched.  The  sound  of  many  hammers  in  the  prison 
court-yard  showed  that  the  dread  preparations  were 
under  way. 

"  And  but  yesterday  morning  I  was  a  happy,  merry 
lad  !"  cried  the  unfortunate  boy,  with  a  shudder,  as  he 
paused  to  listen  to  the  busy  hammers.  "  Ah  !  why," 
continued  he,  "  did  I  touch  the  sacred  person  of  a 
Cambridge  policeman  ?  Not  that  I  remember  doing 
it,  but  I  have  been  taught  to  regard  the  privilege  of 
trial  by  a  jury  of  my  peers  as  a  sacred  thing  ;  and 
they  have  found  me  guilty.     Ah  !  who  comes  here  ?  " 

As  he  asked  the  question  a  man  in   black  tights, 
with  a  wig  and  shaggy  eyebrows  of  the  same  sable 
hue,  penetrated  the  gloom  of  the  cell.     He  carried  a-' 
dark  lantern,   the   light   of  which   he   flashed   upon, 
Rollo's  pale  face. 


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It  was  the  urbane  and  gentlemanly  .turnkey.  He 
handed  Rollo  a  brown-stone  jug  of  water,  and  a 
Vienna  roll.  "  Your  tea,  my  dear  boy,"  cried  the 
turnkey,  with  a  sensitive  smile  at  the  delicate  irony 
of  his  remark.  "  Your  Pa  and  Ma  are  without,  and 
would  see  you."  At  this  he  unlocked  the  cell  door, 
and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Holiday  entered. 

"  Rollo,"  sa.J  Mr.  Holiday. 

"  Yes,  father,"  answered  Rollo. 

"  I  understand  that  you  are  to  be  hanged  this 
evening.  I  hope  that  it  will  teach  you  a  salutary 
lesson,"  returned  Mr.  Holiday. 

"  I  hope  so,  sir,"  answered  Rollo. 

"  It  has  been,"  continued  Mr.  Holiday,  with  a  good 
deal  of  grief  and  sternness  in  his  voice,  "a  peculiarly 
annoying  morning  both  for  me  and  your  mother. 
My  visit  here  leaves  my  affairs  in  the  city  without  the 
benefit  of  a  master's  eye.  I  am  very  nervous,  and  I 
cannot  say  when  I  have  been  so  upset." 

Mr.  Holiday,  as  he  said  this,  raised  his  hand  wea- 
rily to  his  brow,  which  was  furrowed.  His  wife  drew 
from  her  reticule  a  bottle  of  smelling-salts,  and 
handed  it  to  the  stricken  gentleman.  He  thanked 
her  with  a  thin,  sad  smile. 

"  Would  you  like  a  seat,  Ma  ?  "  asked  Rollo,  with 
thoughtful  consideration. 


"  Very  much  indeed,  thank  you,  Rollo,"  answered 
Mrs.  Holiday. 

"  Then  sit  down  on  the  floor  and  let  your  legs 
hang  over  —  " 

"  Rollo  !  "  interrupted  his  father  sternly,  "  this  is 
not  a  fitting  time  for  repartee.  We  have  come  for 
your  last  words.  '  It  unmans  both  me  and  your 
mother." 

"  Give  my  chewing-gum  to  sister,  I  sha'n't  want  it 
more  !  "  said  Rollo,  with  tears  in  his  voice. 

"  Dear  child  !  so  thoughtful  for  others  even  at  this 
moment,"  cried  the  poor  mother. 

"  Present  my  checkered  pants  to  brother,  he  will 
fill  them  up  some  day,"  continued  the  childish,  plead- 
ing tones. 

"  I  will  do  it  with  pleasure,"  answered  Mr.  Holi- 
day. 

"  Can  I  do  anything  more  for  you  ?  "  asked  Mr. 
Holiday.  "  I  shall  not  be  at  the  —  ceremony  in  the 
evening.  Your  Ma  will  be  there,  I  hope.  You  know 
what  an  invalid  I  am." 

"  Nothing  more,  Pa  !  —  thanks  !  But  stay,  I  should 
like  one  dollar  and    thirty-seven  and   a   half  cents 

($i-37i)-" 

"  Certainly,  my  son,"  said  Mr.  Holiday,  handing 
him  his  I.  O.  U.  for  the  amount,  "  and  I  have  brought 


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this  for  you,"  continued  he,  handing  Rollo  a  copy  of 
the  Boys'  Weekly  Scalp-Raiser.  "  It  will  assuage 
your  loneliness  to-day." 

"  Thanks  awfully,  Pa  !  "  cried  Rollo,  seizing  the 
sheet.  "  Do  you- know  if  I  had  lived  I  should  have 
become  a  Buccaneer." 

"  I  know  the  deleterious  effect  upon  the  young  of 
their  reading  flashy  literature,"  said  Mr.  Holiday. 
"  The  profession  of  a  Buccaneer,  though  once  a  lucra- 
tive one,  is  not  now  one  which  I  should  recommend 
to  any  one  in  whom  I  took  an  interest.  I  had  in- 
tended you  to  be  a  Baptist  minister." 

"  Good  evening,  Rollo,"  said  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Holi- 
day, starting  to  go. 

Rollo  sat  with  his  head  upon  his  knees. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Holiday  left  the  cell,  and  walked 
down  the  corridor. 

Presently  Rollo  called,  "O  Pa  and  Ma  !  "  They 
hastily  returned. 

"  What  do  you  desire,  my  son  ?"  asked  Mr.  Holiday. 

"  How  far  would  you  have  gone,  if  you  had  not  come 
back?"  asked  Rollo. 

This  Rollo  called  a  dungeon  sell. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Holiday  shook  their  heads  sadly  and 
went  forth. 

Rollo  sat  and  tried  to  read  the  Scalp-Raiser,  but 
it  reminded  him  of  happier  days.  In  his  despair  he 
beat  his  head  against  the  wall  of  the  cell.  The  stones 
gave  way,  for  they  had  been  erected  by  contract. 


"A  flaw  in  a  cell  is  better  than  two  in  an  indict- 
ment," cried  Rollo.  To  snap  his  manacles,  twist  off 
his  gyves,  bite  his  handcuffs  in  two,  and  emerge  from 
the  opening,  was  the  work  of  a  moment. 

Rollo,  to  his  surprise, ibund  himself  upon  an  open 
road,  and  started  on  a  run  for  Boston. 

Soon  he  felt  two  arms  around  his  neck.  He  turned 
and  saw  Benny.    "  I  came,"  said  he,  "  to  console 


you  by  telling  you  of  your  admission  to  College 
without  conditions.  I,  alas!  was  rejected.  But  I 
feel  hopeful,  as  I  intend  to  get  my  degree  as  Gov- 
ernor if  the  Republicans  nominate  Grant." 

Rollo  sighed.  This  hopeful  prattle  did  not  cheer 
him. 

"But,  Rollo,"  said  Benny,  "you  must  return  to 
jail.  Having  been  found  guilty  by  a  jury  of  your 
countrymen,  it  is  now  your  duty  to  be  hanged." 

Thus  urged,  Rollo  sadly  retraced  his  steps  and  en- 
tered the  jail,  when  Benny  claimed  a  reward  for  the 
capture  of  an  escaped  convict.  Rollo  cried  himself 
to  sleep,  Benny  assuring  him  that,  if  lie  was  Governor, 
he  should  be  pardoned. 


CHAPTER   XIII. 


THE   ELOPEMENT. 


Wooed  not  Won. 


Rollo  Suspended. 


During  the  progress  of  Rollo's  trial  Mr.  George 
had  left  the  court-room  to  take  —  a  breath  of  fresh 
air.  His  nervous  system  had  been  very  much  shat- 
tered by  the  excitements  of  his  journey  and  adven- 
tures. So,  after  he  had  taken  his  breath  of  fresh 
air,  he  filled  his  T.  D.  pipe,  and,  lighting  it,  seated 
himself  upon  the  rail  of  a  fence  to  enjoy  the  sozodont- 
of  the  atmosphere. 

He  was  busily  thinking  that  he  was  thinking,  and 
was  lost  in  the  thought,  when  he  felt  a  soft  touch 
on  his  shoulder,  and  heard  a  low  voice  whispering  in 
his  ear,  "  O  George  !  " 

He  turned,  and  perceived  Dovey,  smiling  sweetly 
upon  him.  She  was  dangling  her  bonnet  by  the 
strings.  It  was  trimmed  with  orange-flowers  and  peel. 
"  Madam,"  said  he,  with  old-fashioned  courtesy  re- 
moving the  pipe  from  his  mouth,  "  to  what  am  I  in- 
debted for  this  most  unexpected  rencontre,  as  we  say 
in  Paris  ?  " 

"  Paris  ! "  cried  Dovey,  "  I  have  never  been  there  ! 
We  will  go  there  together.'  Where  thou goest,  /  will 
go." 

"  Pardon  me,  madam,"  said  Mr.  George,  "  I  hardly 
comprehend  the  meaning  of  your  suggestion." 

"  O  Love  !  my  Love  ! "  cried  Dovey.  "  You  are  the 
twin  soul  that  halves  my  own.  It  is  Destiny  !  Every 
true  heroine  marries  her  noble  preserver,  /am  your 
noble  preserver.  Come,  fly  with  me  !  Behold  yon 
gayly  caparisoned  horse-car.  Let  us  seek  Boston  — 
and  be  forever  one ! " 

,;  Stay,  madam,"  said  Mr.  George.  "  Your  wooing 
is  a  hasty  one.     Excuse  a  natural  perturbation.  I  can 


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MP 


but  pardon  you  when  I  think  of  the  great  temptation 
to  which  you  have  been  subjected.  In  my  day  I  have 
broken  many  a  maiden's  heart,  and  smashed  numer- 
ous firesides." 

"  Dear  George  !  "  cried  the  impatient  maiden  ;  "  but 
every  moment  is  precious,  —  let  us  away !  " 

The  unwilling  Mr.  George  was  dragged  along  by 
Dovey,  and  sat  pale  and  trembling  in  the  horse-car 
which  awaited  them.  He  found  time,  however,  to  se- 
cretly send  the  message  written  in  his  blood  to  Jonas. 
The  conductor  pulled  the  bell,  and  the  car  started 
down  the  track.  Dovey  sat  down  very  near  Mr. 
George,  and  cooed  in  his  ear,  but  his  eyes  were  fas- 
tened expectantly  on  the  rear  window  of  the  car.  The 
horse-car  sped  madly  on.  The  students  taking  their 
constitutionals  could  with  difficulty  keep  up  with  it. 
Mr.  George  nervously  clutched  the  seat,  and  an  ex- 
pression of  despair  came  over  his  face  as  he  saw  the 
driver  lash  the  steeds  so  that  they  burst  into  a  furious 
wild  jog-trot.  There  were  no  signs  of  Jonas  and  the 
shay.  He  could  see  way  down  the  long  road,  and  no 
cloud  of  dust,  nor  clatter  of  hoofs,  nor  scent  of  pursuit, 
was  seen,  heard,  smelt.  Suddenly  a  smile  broke  out 
on  his  face. 

It  occurred  to  him  that  before  reaching  Boston  it 
was  necessary  to  pass  over  a  drawbridge.  It  had 
been  his  experience  that  on  important  occasions  the 
draw  was  always  open.  And  he  now  saw  a  mud-scow 
drifting  down  the  stream  racing  with  the  Law  School 
eight.     Perhaps  they  would  be  detained  ! 

His  heart  gave  a  great  leap  as  he  heard  far  be- 
hind the  peculiar  rattle  of  the  one-horse  shay  and  the 


well-known  strains  of  Jonas's  jews-harp  sounding  in 
pursuit.     There  was  yet  time. 

Dovey  gave  the  conductor  another  red  ticket  to 
accelerate  the  speed,  and  absent-mindedly  he  punched 
Mr.  George's  head.  It  was  a  weird  scene.  On 
either  side  the  Charles  River  lashed  into  foam  by  the 
fury  of  the  Law  School  eight,  who  were  now  two 
lengths  behind.  In  front  the  horses  fled  through  the 
air  like  rockets,  with  a  trail  of  sparks  behind  Uiem. 
And  nearer,  ever  nearer  drew  the  shay,  the  old 
white  horse,  and  Jonas.  It  was  a  trying  moment. 
Twenty  minutes  more,  and  Jonas  would  have  covered 
the  few  hundred  feet  that  lay  between  them.  A  mo- 
ment's delay  was  caused  by  the  Law  School  eight  foul- 
ing the  scow.  While  the  captain  of  the  scow  threw 
mud  on  them,  the  horse-car  got  upon  the  drawbridge. 
Scarce  had  the  last  wheel  left  when  the  draw  opened 
to  permit  the  passage  of  the  now  victorious  scow. 
Jonas  arrived  on  the  brink.  The  chaise,  over-strained 
by  the  mad  chase,  fell  in  a  thousand  pieces.  The 
horse  reared  up  over  the  chasm,  and  fell  forward, 
crushing  the  Law  School  eight. 

As  Jonas  sat  like  Marius  amid  the  ruins  of  Car- 
thage, the  toll  of  a  brazen  bell  fell  upon  his  ear.  Look- 
ing back,  he  saw  the  distant  Cambridge  jail,  the  gib- 
bet, and  the  pendent  form  of  Rollo  silhouetted  against 
the  evening  sky.* 

*  The  historians  of  this  unhappy  family  regret  that,  in  their  regard 
for  truth,  they  have  been  forced  to  sin  against  the  rules  of  art  and 
good  taste.  "  Nee  Medea  coram  populo  trucidet  liberos."  But  the 
sanctity  of  the  Cambridge  police  force  is  well  known ;  and  at  that 
time  Rollo's  death  was  required  as  an  example  and  a  warnins. 


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L'ENVOI. 

As  we  said  in  our  Preface,  the  scenes  of  our  tale 
are  laid  in  quiet  and  virtuous  life  ;  and  we  hope  that 
to  such  slight  faults  as  our  characters  have  been  found 
guilty  of,  even-handed  justice  has  been  meted.  In 
these  pages  crime  has  ever  met  its  own  reward,  while 
vice  is  castigated  with  just  severity. 

Shortly  after  the  execution  of  Rollo,  Mr.  Holiday, 
Treasurer  of  the  town  of  Cheeset  for  fifteen  years, 
got  his  accounts  hopelessly  confused,  and  left  with 
the  cash  balance  for  foreign  parts,  to  balance  them  at 
his  leisure.  Far  from  the  happy  home  in  Cheeset  he 
wandered  a  lonely  exile  for  many  years  in  the  dreary 
streets  of  Paris  and  the  wastes  of  Monaco.  And  his 
end  was  terrible.  He  died  in  a  pepper-cask,  off  the 
coast  of  Sumatra,  cursing  God  and  man. 

Mrs.  Holiday  sued  for  a  divorce  on  the  ground  of 
incompatibility  of  temper,  and  married  Jonas.  Thus 
at  last  Jonas  became  master  in  that  wood-shed  where 
he  had  been  so  long  a  faithful  servant.  His  probity 
and  astuteness  rewarded,  he  has  exchanged  his  jacket 
for  a  black  broadcloth  dress  suit.  But  he  'does  not 
inculcate  the  elevated  morals,  the  practical  training, 
in  his  own  sons.  The  fate  of  Rollo,  his  first  pupil, 
deters  him. 

Mr.  George  was  taken  in  by  Dovey  and  married  in 
Tremont  Temple  by  the  Rev.  Flavius  Josephus  Cook, 


as  a  prelude  to  his  Monday  Lecture.  Thus  was  his 
perfection  rewarded  in  the  bliss  of  matrimony.  He 
has  started  an  opposition  lecture-shop  to  the  Rev. 
Flavius,  and  bids  fair  to  surpass  him  in  originality 
and  depth  of  research,  as  he  is  now  reading  the  ency- 
clopaedia backwards,  and  has  got  as  far  as  Zymotic. 
They  have  had  no  children  to  bless  their  union  ;  and 
sometimes  Mr.  George,  thinking  of  Rollo,  says  it  is 
better  so.  He  has  erected,  in  a  lonely  sequestrated 
cemetery  where  the  daisies  and  the  zephyrs  blow,  an 
ornate  and  tasty  terra-cotta  monumental  stone,  with 
the  following  inscription  :  — 


ROLLO. 

DIED  SUDDENLY  JUNE  27th,   1879. 
11  Those  whom  the  gods  love  die  hung." 


But  the  hopes  of  the  house  of  Holiday  must  be  cen- 
tred in  Thanny.  Still  he  lies  in  his  narrow  cell,  like 
another  Frederic  Barbarossa.  But  when  the  key  is 
re-turned  upon  his  spirit,  and,  enlightened  by  the  ten 
thousand  gold  books  of  the  learned  Confutsee,  he  en- 
ters the  China  trade,  it  is  hoped  that  he  will  scoop 
the  heathen,  and  put  the  family  on  a  firm  financial 
basis,  marry,  and  continue  the  line. 

Jinny  is  still  in  the  wood-shed. 


MR.  WILLIAM    HALFORD 

is  the  successful  inventor  and  Sole  Proprietor 
of  the  Celebrated  Sauce  bearing  his  name.  Its 
undoubted  precedence  overall  the  English  and 
American  sauces  is  now  thoroughly  established. 
In  consequence  of  this  it  has  been  and  is,  like 
all  other  successful  productions,  subjected  to 
spurious  imitations. 

Mr.  Halfokd  therefore  calls  the  attention  of 
the  public  to  this  fact,  and  begs  that  they  will 
examine  the  bottles,  inasmuch  as  all  bottles 
that  do  not  bear  the  name  and  trade-mark  as 
below  are  not  genuine,  and  he  is  not  respon- 
sible for  their  effects. 


Adulteration  is  one  of  the  evils  of  these 
high-pressure  times.  Nothing  that  is  useful  or 
edible  escapes  its  contaminating  touch.  Re- 
specting the  genuine  article  in  Halford  Sat.ce, 
read  the  following  from  Dr.  S.  Dana  Hayes, 
Assayist  and  Chemist :  — 

20  State  Street,  Bos     n. 
Wm.  Halfokd,  Esq. 

Sir,  —  I  have  analyzed  and  used  the  "  Hal- 
i-orii  Leicestershire  Table  s  a  ice,"  and 
consider  it  an  excelknt  iclish.  It  is  free  from 
anything  unwholesome  or  injurious,  and  is 
composed  of  such  spices  and  other  ingredients 
as  we  all  know  to  be  the  best  for  a- relish  of 
this  kind 

Respectfully, 

S.   Dana  HAVES, 
State  Assayer  and. Chemist,  Mass. 


The  Most  Perfect 

Relish 

of  the  Day. 


"      1  nr^mii^uiDr    **S 


For 
Soups, 
.  ,      ,  Fish. 

An  Absolute  &»& 

Remedy 
for  Dyspepsia. 


For 
Gravity  Chops, 

Came. 
CM  Meats.eU. 


Invaluable  to  all 
Good  Cooks. 


A    Nutritious 

Combination 

for  Children. 

Invaluable  for 

Soups,    Hashes, 

Cold  Meats, 

and  Entrees. 


SOLD  BY  ALL  GROCERS. 


OPINIONS    OF    THE     PRESS. 

"The  '  Halford  Leicestershire  Table  Sauce'  is  one  of  the  most  agreeable  condiments  that  has  been  placed  before 
the  public.  It  has  already  taken  the  precedence  of  all  other  similar  preparations  upon  the  tables  of  our  principal 
hotels  throughout  the  country."       Boston  Transcript. 

"The  best  article  as  a  relish  for  family  use  is  the  famous  'Halford  Sauce,'  and  we  confidently  recommend  il  to  all." 
—  Chicago  Timet, 

"  The  '  Halford  Table  Sauce,'  those  who  have  had  't  once  will  on  no  account  be  without  it." —  Boston  Journal. 

"  Sold  from  Portland  to  San  Francisco."  —  Harper's  Magazine. 

"Best  article  in  u»e." —  Harper's  Weekly 

"  Xo  gentleman's  table  should  be  set  without  it."  —  Frank  Leslie. 

"  For  family  use  pn  -Atlantic  Monthly, 

"  Highly  recomm  ians."  —  New  York  Evening  Post. 

"  There  .  and  no  grumbler!  if,  with  lunches  or  meals,  people  would  invariably  season  their 


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